Mohave County miner., 1887-11-26
A Fair Gambler.

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ment forever 10 attend the horseraces, es-
pecially in Washington, for Washington
is one OF the best racing points in the
country. We have great lot Of "borsey"
men and women here. The fast set in
respectable society is q horseback-riding
set--a very fast hOrseback.riding set,
reckless In their dash and staying power
as a professional jockey; and SO they like
racing, and 90 to see il en- masse.
We have the regulation spring and fall
races, one, and maybe two, weeks each /;
an extra meeting or two OF good ones dur
ing the late spring and early autumn, and
special races with gentleman" riders,
and trotting races with all sorts Of drivers
at almost any time.
But it is these last fall races that take
the sporting pastry, that take the eques-
trian cake, 70 TO speak. .-s.. .
II has been cold, chilly, mizzling
weather most Of the time, yet the grand
stand and the inclosure where the betting
men copgregate were crowded every day.
The grand stand was almost monopolized
by gayly dressed ladies. and many Of the
ladies were as much interested in betting
as the men.
went out one day TO take photographs
OF running horses, but clouds and mists
came and my errand was failure. SO /
turned my attention to the people. Among
the ladies was very handsome young
lady, with rich, dark complexion, hose
face was familiar to me. ] assumed that
/ had merely seensher on the streets OF
Washington, until peculiar motion OF
her hand brought to mind a scene OF
which told you once in these columns.
II was in the Casino at Monte Carlo. A
score OF ladies were playing, and this one
az she reached forth her hand attracted
my attention, first TO the beauty Of that
usually ugly member and then to q
unique twist she gave it--a "slight twist
OF the wrist" you know--and / thought
ii / should ever see that young woman
again / would know her by her hand.
Well, / never thought Of her after leav-
ing Monte Carlo, and continued my tramp
along the Cornice road toward San Reno,
and here, only day or two ago, the
dark-skinned beauty turned up again in
the grand stand in Ivy City, and | knew
her by her hand, and she was still bet
ting. / suppose she has been betting
every day since saw her at Monte Carlo
Three or four handsome women sat to-
gether and she was one Of them. They
we're all betting, but she was the racing
sharp. Evidently she knew just when
she wanted to play every time. An at
tendant in livery took her money and
placed 1t as commanded and brought back
the tickets. She paid no heed to any
thing save her betting, except when the
horses were running, and then she sur
veyed them through her glass with the
same imperturbable air with which she
watched the spinning Of the fateful wheel
at Monte Carlo.
1t was plain she made business Of 1t.
She is nothing more or less than pro-
fessional gambler. learned who she
was before leaving the grounds.
Well, who was she?
The daughter OF millionaire OF national
note, who is now gone where money is Of
no use. She married an Italian prince,
or count, or something. OF course he
maltreated her. She left him, got d. |
vorce and assumed her maiden name. |
Her fortune was left to her in trust, and |
80 she has enough to gamble with, and
will have probably to the end Of her days
which is not far in the future at the
rate che is going.-Washington Letter to
Pittsbura Dispatch.